holidaze

december 24th: christmas eve, family and food at our house, excitement, annual reading of “twas the night before christmas”.

december 25th: santa comes, it’s the first year our son wakes up before us, we open presents, we take naps then head over to angel sis’s for food and more presents. come home just in time to greet my in-law’s (husbands parents). more presents, more food. beginning to feel yucky, stuffy nose.

december 26th: luke’s 6th birthday, a party with a magician and lots of very well behaved children and adults, lasts about three hours. illness really starts to set in, we are all completely overwhelmed and full. son takes the first of a few self directed “time outs” for rest due to being overwhelmed.

december 27th: some stuff happened on this day, my head is as congested as it can possibly get. drama occurs, i’m trying very hard to stay out of it, sickly, i go to bed very early. play with the idea of running away from home.

december 28th: i have a scheduled appointment with the chiropractor, hoping he can fix my “sickness”. husbands parents still in town. my clan from raleigh are due in late this evening. i go to bed early again, husband wakes me up after the raleigh people get here. i get up, say hello and go back to bed. still playing with the idea of running away from home.

december 29th: parents-n-law leave early in the a.m., i do damage control with more cleaning, vacuuming, dishes, trash, etc. trash cans are overloaded at this point, including the recycling can which holds 80 gallons. word on the street was that trash would be emptied on wednesday, this never happened. all my local family including the raleigh family all come over to our house to open more presents, including my son’s birthday presents that i forgot to have him open on his birthday. weirdness abounds, i am very close to checking into a mental hospital.

december 30th: wondering when i will wake up from this bad dream, several things are all happening at once, wishing i could just run away so i do not have to deal with the multi-layered levels of ickyness. daydreaming about how my room will look at the institution, and hoping i can have more colors than just white.

december 31st: planning on moving 27 things around my house tonight after listening to the ellen whitehurst on bob and sheri. everyone should do this on new year’s eve. wondering what 27 things can be moved around again that haven’t already been moved in the last seven insane days. already writing imaginary letters from my stay in the nice mental hospital, wondering who should i have update this blog, and hoping i will like the food in the institution.

please, let the holidays be over soon. i promise to never ever be content or happy again on christmas. what the hell was i even thinking, feeling good for a few days? who the hell do i think i am?

when gossip kills

THIS IS A COMPLETELY TRUE STORY.

christmas afternoon we were to pick up my mom on our way to my sister’s house.

soon after we hit my sister’s neighborhood, my husband asked “weren’t we supposed to pick up your mom?” i replied, “yes, we were. why didn’t you mention that some 8 streets ago?” he replied jokingly, “everything is always my fault”. i said, “yes, of course it is b/c you should have mentioned it before we even got this far.”

i turned our crazy bus around, drove into her neighborhood, pulling up by her entrance and our daughter got out to retrieve my mom. two of the women from across the way came up to me and asked if what they’d heard about my mom was true. i replied, “i don’t know what you are talking about”.

they said, “we just found out that they found her dead this morning in her house.”

i was stunned to say the least. i explained to them that she spent the night at my house last night and i brought her home earlier today. as if on cue, my mom comes walking out on the arm of our daughter.

the neighbors all smiles, say to my mom, “you sure are walking well today”.

yes i thought, she IS walking well.

for a dead person.

pictures proving that we had christmas

this is a photo of our “unit four”, my husband, my son, myself, and our daughter. she flew in on december 23rd and it’s BEEN GREAT! to have her home with us.

i love the contented look on her face.

the next photo is of me holding a christmas present from my “niece-by-love”, a book called “skinny bitch”.

don’t i look happy to have received a book called SKINNY BITCH?! because i am EVER SO HAPPY TO HAVE RECEIVED THIS BOOK!

wait, my sister (angel) who is indeed a skinny bitch got the SAME book! it’s not about being skinny at all! it is an introduction to vegan eating, of which i am very interested in. evidently vegan eating can make a person lose weight. that would be cool.

that same “niece-by-love” created this beautiful christmas card for me, it maded me cry. (there is a story to the traveling accessories, i’ll share that one later.)

and lastly, the tree before the presents were opened (i think it was before).

it was a lot and it was fun

dude, the holidays were fantastic. i did some crying, some missing of my dad, worrying about others, some complaining (a little) about being exhausted and much cleaning and re-cleaning.

there was too much sugar, chaos, family, food and not enough resting. no fights broke out, so all in all that’s good.

today was my son’s 6th birthday and it was a blast. it is usually tough since his birthday is THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS, everyone is still buzzing from the excitement of THE DAY BEFORE.

a friend of mine, who happens to be a magician came over and put on his magic show for my son’s birthday. it’s amazing to watch something with your own eyes but not see the “trick”. magic is cool.

a fun time was had by all, there was PIZZA! CAKE! AND SODA!

after CAKE! some folks were heading out when a PILLOW FIGHT! broke out amongst the kids, myself and my daughter. my MIL joined in, when she realized her efforts to stop us were in vain. dude, everyone needs to have a pillow fight every now and again.

i have pictures, and i will be torturing you with them soon.

WOW

it will be snowing here until january 2nd.

i don’t think we’ll get any REAL snow, so thanks wordpress for letting us have snow on our blogs.

i love you wordpress, you sexy entity you.